Chapter 2
It was almost light when Anabel crept into the house tucked away in the trees on the south side of Del Monte. Her mother was so sound asleep on the couch that she didn't stir. It was as though she was just getting into the deep sleep of exhaustion. Probably she hadn't been asleep too long, poor dear, Anabel decided.
Tip-toeing into her small, prim room, she closed the door gratefully and literally dropped her clothes as she took them off and let them lie. Her exhaustion was overwhelming and she fell naked into the clean sheets and pulled the blankets up to her chin to cover her traitor's body that had sold out to Hal's blandishments. She was ashamed and pushed the torment from her by turning out the light and closing her eyes wearily. Anabel Crichton was a fool. A complete and utter fool! She turned over and buried her face in the pillow to still the scenes that whirled in her head even without the light, her arms shoved under the pillow and her body curled slightly. Under the blankets she shook and fiercely cursed herself inside her own head for long minutes and then the warmth and ease of her own bed did its work and she slept.
The rush of townspeople to the high counter in the front office of City Hall that day was remarkable. By late afternoon everyone in the office was frazzled. Anabel didn't know how Noble Morton was still on his feet, after explaining to so many people not only what went on in the hearing last night but why. Even the ones who'd been at the meeting had come in to discuss it and find out how Del Monte was now threatened by this ugly subdivision coming into their lovely little town. They wanted a scapegoat yet there didn't seem to be any one person or circumstance to blame.
It took Anabel all day just to get the minutes typed, what with one interruption after another. The people Noble couldn't get to, she had to handle. There was no question about it. The whole town was up in arms! When the mayor looked in after lunch the place was packed with confused or irate people. He even had to take his turn at explanations. The depth and breadth of the people's anger was not lost on him either. Politically he had to do something... and rather quickly.
Anabel hadn't even taken a proper lunch hour. She'd simply eaten her sandwich at her desk, while taking phone calls. By then she was so deeply ashamed of any connection with Hal whatsoever and more than a little terrified that someone would find out just what her connection had been. She called him at the Cypress Inn several times, knowing it would be useless to try and persuade him to forget the whole thing, to withdraw his offer to Arthur Bello and leave Del Monte in peace, but feeling she had to try. The memory of the previous night burned into her soul and she was more ashamed than ever.
At last it was five o'clock and she could leave. Somehow she'd have to take her poor, tired body home, cope with dinner for the children and get them to bed and then she could sleep too.
Mrs. Underwood was looking into Anabel's eyes intently, waiting for corroboration of her statements about this disgrace that was to be visited on the taxpayers of Del Monte. Her upturned face with its blue rinsed grey hair and fierce blue eyes looked like an irascible blue jay to Anabel and the noises she'd made were just about as annoying.
"I know. I agree with you Mrs. Underwood. Believe me, we are working on it. Something will be done, I assure you."
"Well, it had better be done! We won't have it. Del Monte is not going to be ruined by some southern California shysters!... and you just tell the mayor what I said. I'll help to get him recalled if he doesn't stop this subdivision of the Bello property."
"Yes... I understand and I will tell him just what you said, Mrs. Underwood." Somehow, Anabel got her out the door and closed it, the blue jay still going, her voice sputtering with emotion. She shook her fist through the glass door at Anabel and nodded her head several times.
Just as Anabel was climbing into her station wagon, after finally getting everyone shooed out of City Hall, a red Porsche wheeled into the parking lot with a squeal of tires. A tall, uniformed man stepped out and walked over to her. It was Kit!
Anabel didn't really want to see Christopher Rawlings just then. Not after last night with Hal. It seemed dishonest and she was still too ashamed of her behavior. But the mess in City Hall over the Bello controversy was still on her mind too. Why on earth hadn't she thought of Kit before! He might be able to help, since he was so active in the Sea and Mountain Singles Club and they were one of the most conservation minded groups in town.
Kit looked a little stern as he walked up to Anabel where she sat in the wagon. Tall, with crisp curling medium brown hair and warm hazel eyes, Kit Rawlings looked the part of a Navy officer. He had broad shoulders and a lean angular bulk, large capable hands and enormous feet in polished black officers' shoes. But it was his face that made him look like officer material. Not too good looking but a strong pleasant face with angular bones, a big nose and a chin denoting determination.
He swept off his cap and his sun glasses and pointed a finger right under Anabel's nose. "Absent without permission," he barked, his accusing finger prodding the tip of her nose. "Where were you? I came by here very late last night to pick you up and you were gone. Lots of other people still here but no Anabel. Your car wasn't at home. I checked. Where were you?"
"Well... I... I had to think... I... ah... went for a drive," Anabel lied lamely.
"Likely story. I, hereby sentence you to supper on the beach. We'll stop by the Venice market, pick up some cheeses and ham and rolls and wine. Come on." He grabbed her hand.
"Oh, Kit, I'd love to... but, I just can't. I promised the kids I wouldn't go out tonight."
"So... well take them along. No getting out of it. You've got to take your punishment." He pulled her out of the car. By this time he was grinning, unable to keep up the stern exterior. "There!" He kissed her smackingly on both cheeks.
"Oh, all right," she laughed.
The tide was low at MacMillan's Cove, revealing hundreds of little tide pools in the rocks: the children were squealing joyously over every find. Anabel was propped against a huge boulder, her bare feet half buried in the sand, where she could watch the children without appearing to hover. Kit was sprawled at her feet, looking more boyish now with his cap off and an old, heavy Navy sweater replacing his uniform jacket. His feet were bare too.
Anabel sighed contentedly. She had to admit it was a good idea. Hal and City Hall seemed very far away now. The kids were happy and had eaten ravenously. Lazily she reached out and poured another paper cup of wine for Kit.
"It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Anabel Lee...." Kit's glass was raised in a toast, his eyes teasing, his mouth smiling ironically.
"That's not fair, Kit. Hardly anyone even knows that my mother burdened me with the whole darn name. You promised not to tease me with it. I had enough of that in school."
He leaned up to rest his elbows on knees, looking at her intently. "But you didn't let me finish... 'And this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me.'" His voice wasn't mocking now and his eyes burned into Anabel's as his voice died. The children's shouting and laughing seemed very far away now and the wind ruffled Kit's hair as he kept looking steadily into her face in a strange way, as though the words had simply gone inside and were still sounding in his head behind those intent eyes. Anabel blushed in spite of herself... and looked away, unable to meet those eyes now. The familiar verses resounded in her own head. Since she'd been named for the heroine of the poem, they'd quoted them to her from childhood. She'd stopped him because she knew them all too well.
Anabel began gathering up the papers and paper plates, the crumpled napkins and left over rolls. She worked quickly and efficiently, scooting around on her knees in the old white bell bottoms. "We've got to be going It's getting late for the children." Kit stopped her by grabbing her arms just above the elbow.
"You've been spooked. You're gun shy aren't you? Well, I'm divorced too, as you know... but that doesn't mean we stop living." Kit's voice was harsh now and slightly bitter.
"I know, Kit," Anabel said quietly. "It's just that..." How could she tell him that after last night she didn't feel she should even look at a man? How could she explain the terrible guilt and terror and humiliation... the almost unbearable disgust to be looked at now by a decent man? There was no way. Kit simply wouldn't understand. She wasn't sure she did herself. But, Anabel only knew that she had to return to her chaste, maidenly nun's life of the last few months. It was the only way to gain any self respect again. "It's just that... I'm awfully tired... we'd better be going."
All the way back to the house Anabel was uncomfortable. Kit was behaving so strangely. His hand kept reaching out and caressing her ankle or catching her hand and kissing the fingers. He'd never pushed her beyond a few good night kisses before and had always been so circumspect before the children... which was one of the things that had endeared him to her. Anabel kept moving away and giving him black looks while Brian and Cynthia chattered away in the back seat.
There seemed no decent, gracious way to get rid of Kit when they got back to the house. He even insisted on helping her bathe the kids and put them to bed. She was cleaning the sand off the bathroom floor with a broom and a dust pan while Kit went in to tell the kids a story. She could hear them giggling and whispering. How could she kick him out early now?
Anabel was in the kitchen pondering and putting the dust pan and broom away when Kit came in.
"Safe and sound... and all tucked in for the night."
"Oh, good," she said brightly. "Thank you, Kit. That was sweet of you."
"Now, there's something I want to show you. Get your jacket."
"But I can't leave the children."
"I've already called Mrs. Lingert across the street... while you were in the bathroom with the kids. She'll be here any minute to sit with them while we're gone."
"You just don't take no for an answer, do you?" Anabel laughed, still nervous with him. "What I really need is some help on the Bello thing, as I told you. Do you think the Sea and Mountain Club would really send a resolution to the council?" She walked away from him and straightened the dish towels on the rack by the sink.
"I told you... I'll take care of it. Come on. That's Mrs. Lingert now. She's knocking."
"I'm terribly tired, Kit. What is it you want to show me, anyway?" Anabel asked a little peevishly.
"You'll find out." Kit grinned, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the door, throwing her jacket around her shoulders.
The sun had left an afterglow in the dark sky so there were patches of brilliant coral through the pine tops as Kit maneuvered the little red car through the narrow winding streets and across the highway to the golden hills beyond. Anabel leaned her head back against the soft leather gratefully. She was so exhausted by now that she couldn't protest any further. Kit was going to be pretty amazed when she just plain fell asleep on him... but she'd warned him.
They drove only a little way out and Kit turned the car up a hill with one winding road that twined to the top. There were scattered houses with patches of golden wild oats in between. This was a rather new section of settlement on what used to be an old farm. Anabel couldn't imagine what he was dragging her up here for. At last he turned the little car into a long driveway and around a small bluff with a house on top that was obscured the moment they made a sharp turn. Kit braked in front of another house. It was dark but the last rays of the sun caught the glass front of the A-frame and it sparkled.
Kit jumped out and ran around to help Anabel out of the car. She climbed out sleepily, hanging onto his hand. He felt a tug in his belly at the sight of her, sleepy and tousled as she was. Even in old pants and a T-shirt, her lipstick gone, and her hair unkempt, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her husband must have been a goon to let her go. Kit slipped his arm around her slim waist and pulled her to him.
"Come here, you beautiful creature." He kissed her long and deeply in the gathering dark. She pulled away and smiled up at him sleepily and turned toward the house. She was skittish as hell tonight. Well, he was going to settle that once and for all. It had been damned awkward not having his own place before, but now that was all changed.
Kit opened the glass door in the front of the house and pushed Anabel into the foyer. He could hear her catch her breath as the interior lit up. "Oh, Kit, it's beautiful, whose is it?"
"Mine for a while. Some friends got transferred. I'm renting it from them. Do you like it?"
Anabel, tired as she was, went oh-ing and ah-ing from room to room. The immaculate pale grey and white kitchen with its gleaming stainless steel built-ins particularly appealed to her. She loved the modern paintings that were great splashes of color on the weathered wood walls, the deep white carpeting all over and the simple clean lined Scandinavian furniture, the teak and brass lighting fixtures, the glass and gold tables, the walls of books and the huge stone fireplaces.
"Oh, Kit, it's the loveliest house I've ever seen. I'm so glad for you!"
"Come on, I'll show you the upstairs." With his arm around her, Kit guided her up the thickly carpeted stairs to a huge loft bedroom whose balcony overlooked the sunken living room below. Even the bedroom had a smaller stone fireplace and glass on one peaked end of the room so it was truly an aerie.
"I thought houses like this only existed in movies and books," Anabel exulted. Kit touched a button in the huge teak cabinet by the enormous white bed, spread with fake fur. Instant music soared out into the house from hidden speakers. "And I thought girls like you only existed in the movies," Kit grinned, taking her arms and pulling her to him again. The smile disappeared from Anabel's face... and she looked up at him anxiously.
"Please, Kit... "
"You don't have to even ask, baby," he chuckled deep in his throat, purposely misinterpreting her. He pulled her roughly against his chest and caught her full lips with his. God, she still smelled like late afternoon sunshine and sand, mixed with her usual aroma of cyclamen. Kit felt his whole gut lurch as he held her and forced his tongue into her ripe mouth, probing and grinding his lips into hers. Those delectable breasts were mashed hard into him and his hand strayed down to cup one round buttock. There was one hellish thing about being divorced. You didn't have a steady supply of poontang. Oh, he'd made out all right with a dame whenever he wanted one but Anabel was what he wanted and up to now he'd been handicapped by not having a place to bring her. She wasn't the type you simply took to a motel. But tonight. God, yes... right about now!
"No, Kit... stop it," Anabel tore herself out of his arms and stood back, panting a little and looking at him wildly, her big ripe breasts heaving under her thin, navy cotton T-shirt. "I'm tired and dirty and... I... I'm just not in the mood for fun and games."
"No games, baby. For real. Here and now," Kit said as Anabel stood trembling and perplexed, watching his hazel eyes bore into her and still feeling his hands and his mouth. What in heavens name is happening to me? Last night Hal... and now Kit.
"I've waited a long time for you. I've played it your way... but now it's time. It's past time..." Kit grabbed her and picked her up easily despite her height.
"Kit Rawlings... put me down... what are you doing?... No, stop it... put me down!"
He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the thick, white carpeting that extended even here. Anabel jerked away from him in fury.
"What the devil do you think you're doing, Kit?"
He reached out with a sly grin and grabbed her T-shirt by the bottom edge and with a quick jerk, he had it over her head... and off. Anabel tried to hang onto the soft garment as it came off her hands but Kit twisted it away easily.
"Kit... you're mad... stop it!"
"Not yet... but I may lose my temper if you don't stop horsing around!" He was struggling with her zipper and trying to get her white bell bottoms off her long legs.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Anabel panted, pushing at Kit while trying to keep her clothes intact. Her long red hair swung around her face in curls of flame.
"You said you were dirty. We're going to get the sand off!" Kit was laughing wildly now and stripping her expertly. He was enjoying the crazy struggle as he chased and caught her every way she tried to move to avoid him. Their antics were reflected in the long, wide mirrors on two walls of the modern, spacious bath.
"I... can... take my own... bath... get out... of here..." She puffed. She was down to white lace bra and bikini panties and more provocative than if she'd been completely nude. No matter where she put her hands or arms she couldn't cover all the naked white skin that showed above the two strips of lace that covered breasts and pubic hair and that was all. Kit's eyes were ripping even those inadequate coverings from her body. He blocked her every move, so in desperation, she shrank back in the shower stall.
Clinging to the far wall and not knowing what to do at this point, she watched in horror as Kit deliberately shed his clothes, piece by piece. He stood laughing at her like a huge naked satyr. His muscles bulged surprisingly and he looked much larger without clothes, his chest covered in a curling matt of brown hair and his penis jutting forth like the genital organ of a monster in a medieval painting. Her eyes dilated and she stood with outspread arms like a sacrificial creature brought to a slaughter she only understood in terms of fear and ignorance. Oh god, what is he going to do... though she knew very well what he was going to do... or try to do. That great, gigantic erect organ spoke clearer than words.
Kit stepped into the stall and stood looking down at her cowering figure. If the first Anabel Lee had been even half as beautiful as this one... then it was no wonder Poe wrote those immortal lines about her.
Though he could see her breath rising and falling from the movements of those magnificent breasts and the nostrils flare in fear and uncertainty, the fingers turning white where they pressed into the slick white tile behind her, she still did not look real. Too much beauty can be as unreal as too little. His hands reached out and slid lightly along her white arms from wrists to shoulders. They were like warm satin under his hands.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Anabel," he whispered. "I'm going to love you. Don't look so scared. First I'm going to bathe you. We'll have a nice warm bath. You'll feel better. I know you're tired." His voice droned reassuringly, still in a whisper, as though he were speaking to a very frightened child. That creep she'd been married to must have scared her out of her wits at one time or another. His hands very slowly slipped her bra straps down her shoulders and reached behind her to undo the catch. He pulled it loose and slid the wisp of lace off her arms and threw it behind him, out on the carpeted floor, never taking his eyes from her terrified face.
Still with exaggeratedly slow movements, Kit's hands lightly traced down her great white pink tipped cones of ripened breasts; down to her slender waist and over her rounded but slender hips to the top of her bikini panties. With his finger tips, he pushed them down until they dropped to her ankles. Then Kit knelt and patiently lifted one of Anabel's narrow, white feet and then the other to free the little panties. They, too, were thrown behind him to the carpet. He rose and stood transfixed at her incredible, naked, white beauty.
Anabel was standing like a breathing statue, one leg slightly bent at the knee so that the shallow bowl of her belly, with hipbones for handles, seemed raised to him in offering. The very slenderness and fragility of her narrow bones were endearing... the amplitude and bounty of her lusciously full breasts like a miraculous harvest in a sparse landscape. They stood out proudly, the rosy nipples pointing horizonward, ripe and heavy and promising. The red flag of her pubic hair was as intensely red as that on her head but curlier... tight little curls in a brilliant red that looked even more fiery against the smooth white skin of her belly and thighs. Oh, Jesus, yes... it had been worth waiting for!
Kit took one slow big step toward her which brought him right against her silken loveliness. His hands caught her satiny hips and pulled her inches closer until their bodies were pressed together from the waists down, his pulsing prong buried against her little white belly, forced up between them in a delicious mashing. Kit could feel his cock beating timed messages as regular as a heart beat into her white flesh and Anabel's wide, green eyes mirrored their meaning.
He leaned into Anabel, pressing her tightly against the cold tile while his hot body warmed her front, crushing the white peaks of her full projecting breasts. Very slowly he leaned his head and kissed her faintly pink lips, his hands sliding snail-like up her curving sides to cup those snowy mountains capped with pink nipples that immediately budded in his palms to tight hard little nubs of response.
Kit slowly insinuated his tongue inside her warmly wet mouth to find her tongue and make silent, moist love to it. He probed and swirled and stabbed, feeling every tiny pink ridge and crevice and hollow. His breath was mingling with hers, his lips bruising her ripely sensuous ones, and then his tongue was fucking insistently into that wet cavern.
His hands were weighing the heavy, meaty, full breasts, reveling in the feel of her naked bounteousness that his eyes had imagined for so long under her clothes. What his eyes had coveted and described in fantasy, his hands were feeling at last in incredible reality!
Lapping ripples of exquisite sensuality were inching further and further over the surface of Anabel's naked flesh as Kit's hands adventured cautiously over her body. Little jabs of licentious pleasure were shooting inward from her hardened nipples and then spreading out in lascivious warmth inside her. They seemed synchronized to the beat of Kit's enormous poling penis pressed against her quivering belly. Her poor brain was wheeling aimlessly inside her tired skull, imprisoned callously by her lecherous, obscenely pleasure-mad body that was bent on continuing the beautiful sensations Kit's manipulations were inciting.
Oh god! Am I suddenly turning into a wanton whore when released from the deprivation of the last few months? Was she capable of responding to any male body that touched her abandoned flesh? And why had Kit been so circumspect, so gentlemanly up to now? What had changed? Could he tell she'd been with Hal? Could he smell the villainous betrayal, the capitulation of last night with Hal... like a dog smells a ready bitch?
"Poor little, tired girl," she heard Kit mutter against the ear his lips had been softly mouthing and nibbling, his tongue wetly circling and fucking the sensitive orifice. There was a note of sarcasm in the almost whispered words as though her body showed him plainly she wasn't THAT tired. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the hard flesh of his shoulder and glimpsed his big hand kneading her breasts and teasing the almost screaming nipple with his thumb and finger. His other hand was lifting her against the great log of his organ that pulsed and beat insistently.
"We're going to turn the water on now... have a bath." He turned her with him, steadying her with one big hand while he fiddled with the faucets. The first cold drops hit her like a shock of ice even though he stood between her and the shower head and the spray hit her only around his big shoulders. Then it turned warm and he gathered her to him with a groan. Anabel caught her hair in time and held it in a pile on top of her head to keep it from getting soaked. Kit's hands were all over her then, slick with soap he'd worked into a lather. He slid them down her back to rub her rounded white buttocks and even down the crack to her puckered little asshole.
Inexorably those hands came up and around her hips, over her belly, down her long shapely thighs and then up between them. One slippery finger slid down her slit and began rubbing back and forth in a maddeningly slow teasing rhythm, soaping the labia lavishly and sliding like a greased bullet up and down the outer edges of her yearning cuntal lips.
"Please... please don't... oh... Kit..." Anabel whispered, completely captive to the fantastic sensations that jolted through her from that wicked finger. Without her permission, her hips thrust forward against that working hand, arching up like a magnet to keep that delicious contact. He was kissing her face, her eyelids... mouth, throat, cheeks, temples... all the time his finger worked on her yearning flesh.
Kit's hands then slid up her quaking belly to cup her heaving breasts, to squeeze and manipulate and try and hold the slippery globes that kept sliding away. Electrical sparks were igniting from his slippery, slimy hold on her. Her nipples were on fire... a fire that only his hot mouth would be able to extinguish.
Suddenly he turned her so that her back was against his hard body and his hands moved quickly. Anabel went up on her tip toes as she felt his rigid, straight, thick, long rod slide down between her buttocks and under along her vulva, the great blunt head showing in front, peeking between her thighs. She could feel Kit's pubic hair, crisp and harsh against her tender bottom, the hard lunge of his groin into her backside and the sliding organ slip back and forth between her thighs while his hands slid up her belly to enclose her mounded breasts again.
Her hands still held her wealth of hair high on her head and she looked down to see the driving piston of his prick appearing and disappearing between her soapy thighs, peeking out from under her red-haired slot where the soapy rivulets ran, straightening her red pubic hair curls. Anabel could feel Kit's lips grunting and moaning against her nape and shoulder as his hard hands held her fast by her protruding breasts and his cock drove a delectable, aggressive, licentious warmth between her legs. The fatigue had long ago been replaced by an equally wilting lassitude that crept through her in warm stealth.
"No... no... oh, please... no, Kit... "she whispered almost to herself, begging his release so softly, knowing he could not and would not comply, begging him for the strength she did not have any longer. All the while her numbed brain was begging "no" her traitor's body was saying "yes" in every possible way. Her thighs were squeezing and opening on the hard throbbing prong that slid between them, trying to capture that rapturous tool and imprison it in her twat. Her breasts were snuggling and quivering into Kit's brutal hands, begging for even more torment.
Jesus! Now that the moment was here, Kit felt as though he were going to blow it! His great swollen, pulsating cock was getting perilously close to shooting off prematurely. God damn, this was the one time he didn't want to rush anything. He wanted to drag out the incredible seduction of Anabel Lee as long and deliciously as possible. The feel of her naked, white soapy, slippery erotic flesh in his hands, pressed against his screaming body was almost too much. He'd waited so long! Christ, she felt like nothing he'd ever had before. All the years he'd been married to Charlotte, finally learning to hate her hard little lumps of breasts, her sloppy little rolls of fat and wide slab hips, he could have had something as incredibly lovely as this in his arms. Well, by god, now he did... and he wasn't sure he was going to ever be able to do without it again.
Kit's hand sloped down her flat belly and inched through the wet, red curls to the top of Anabel's pussy slit, searched for and found her clitoris. His thighs opened; ho stood in a slight crouch so his prick could slide easily along the cuntal mouth, feeling the slipperily swollen lips slide against his hungry cock flesh. He found the tiny clit, erect and attentive as a little guard. It fairly quivered with attention and he rubbed it gently, with his finger.
"Ohhhhhhhh... oohhhh... Kitttt... ohhhhh Anabel hissed faintly as she felt the center of her being touched and the nerve endings respond in shooting electrical streaks. His finger had found the inner gate to the whole intricate citadel of her body and she opened to him involuntarily. He had found the secret. Oh god! The sensations bombarding her poor brain were so myriad and so indescribably beautiful that she almost fainted with the sheer joy! She could feel his driving prick still sliding back and forth along her vulva, his knowing finger caressing her clit, his hand pinching her nipple painfully and his mouth kissing and tonguing the length of her long white neck. Her whole body was enveloped in sheets of flaming desire!
All Anabel's shame over her disgraceful session with Hal last night had fallen away... plus all her anguish over her wanton body and its seeming indifference to all the basic precepts she'd been brought up to believe in. The only thing left was the beautiful instinctive senses that Kit had titillated to such a peak of sheer rapture that it was almost too beautiful to be borne.
"Oh... God! Oh... Baby... you're the most fuckable... beautiful... gorgeous... ohhhh... Jesus!" Kit threw his loins into Anabel's deliciously mooned ass cheeks, sliding his hot shaft along the slippery canal of her cunt and his finger was issuing commands to her willing clitoris that obeyed and responded so eagerly. His teeth nipped her neck gently and he could hear her moan and felt her writhe under his hands and mouth and cock. God, she was a loving woman... and she loved it... she loved it!
Kit could feel Anabel tremble like an aspen against him and he knew she would have fallen or simply sank to the bottom of the shower stall if he hadn't held her so tight. Christ! He couldn't wait much longer and neither could she. The warm water was still beating on his back in a steady pounding.
"Hang onto me, baby. I'm going to turn the water off. Hang on." Kit eased his long, thick raging prick out from under her slick vulva and his hand reluctantly left her breast as he twisted a little so he could shut off the water tap. Then he realized that Anabel was still soapy in places. Carefully he turned her so the water would wash over her quaking white firm flesh. He turned her and rinsed her like a small sleepy child and she let him with no protest. Anabel's eyes kept opening and then fluttering closed. She was in a half trance and tiny whimpers escaped her lips now and then.
At last he had her rinsed and clean, free of soap. He shut the water off. Only the sound of their heavy breathing and the last drips of water splashing on the tile could be heard. Very gently he pulled her over the lip of the shower stall and stepped out of the cubicle onto the deep white carpet. Kit caught up a great thick white bath towel and began drying her, blotting the water drops from her perfectly white flesh. He kissed and caressed the tender skin as he went, and Anabel was trembling violently at every touch of his lips. He murmured reassurances and love words that she must have dimly heard for she was clinging to him, her white hands clutching.
"That's it, baby. Lift your leg up and let me dry you," he ordered. Her flowing red hair was damp on the ends from contact with her wet shoulders and he even dried strands of that between his toweled palms.
At last they were both dry. Kit threw the towel across the room and turned to lift Anabel in his arms. She was propped against the edge of the counter, her head down with the fiery hair swinging forward around her face. Her hands were gripping the counter's edge, her legs splayed out like a doll's that had lost the support of an owner's hands. Kit felt his whole groin lurch and his gut tighten... which made his cock strut upward and out even more. His butt gripped automatically, jerking his prick straighter than ever upward. He could see Anabel's red-haired pussy slightly open, all pink and moist and tender, her huge breasts still heaving with her breaths that came whining and ragged.
Grabbing her around the waist Kit lifted and set her on the white counter top. His arms went around her and Kit buried his mouth on her whimpering one that trembled under his. As he kissed her deeply, his tongue darting and dueling with her little pink, wet counterpart; his hands were all over her satin smooth back and buttocks, smoothing the soft flesh and tracing imaginary bastions of her bodily defenses. When his hands reached to clasp those white orbs of her little ass he clutched her tighter and jerked her into him, sliding Anabel's long thighs around his waist.
Jesus! He was never going to make it to the bed. Her pink pussy, all rimmed with fiery hair was open and pulsing moistly. Kit could feel it! Releasing Anabel's lips at last, he looked down and slowly brought one hand around to guide his screaming, jerking, throbbing pole that jutted out so strongly from his hairy loins, straight into the hot, wet cavern of her opened cunt that was seeping magic juices to ease his way.
Kit caught his great bull cock in one hand and poised it just an inch from her pulsating coral fleshed cunt, all swollen and open for his penis. He could see every hair, every slick pink surface all engorged with lust and fire.
The inner lips were visible too, doors upon doors opening to his onslaught. Christ! What a woman!
"Ohhhh... ooooohhhhhhhh, Kit... "Anabel mouthed words but very little came out of her mouth that seemed to be unhinged somewhere vital at the back of her jaw. She felt her legs wrapped around Kit's waist and couldn't even remember how they got there. There was something prodding at the entrance to her vagina. Looking down she saw the mammoth, throbbing shaft, vein laced and pulsing, the great head all purple and oozing drops of liquid lust. That enormous organ was probing at her vitals, nosing its way into the depths of her body. It was going to plunge into her belly, deep up inside her private flesh. Oh God! I can never contain all that gigantic length and bulk, that great animal genital that looks so menacingly brutal... so capable of doing terrible damage to my tender inner tissues. She'd be ripped to shreds inside. No woman could ever hold all that. It was inhuman!
"That's it, baby... that's it...." Kit crooned softly. "Open it for me... open up... I'm going to fuck you like you've never been balled before! I won't hurt you..." Her eyes were like huge, glazed green pools.... a film of fright over their clarity. Easy... easy, now." Kit pushed the head gently inside just the labia and felt the soft flesh close hungrily around his huge impatient pole. Looking down again he wanted to bite and lick all that fiery red, curly hair and suck that sweetly dampened cunt flesh... but another time. He grunted and shoved in a little. Anabel groaned... whether in appreciation or pain he couldn't tell. He only knew he had to get it in all the way... shove it out the back of her pretty, white, vulnerable neck. Christ almighty! It was even better than he'd imagined. Just barely in, Anabel was as unyielding as a vise, gripping his rod like a life line with that hot flesh.
"Oh, Kit... I... I'm... oh... please... don't hurt me... I'm... I'm frightened..." Anabel still wasn't sure if the words she thought in her head were the ones that came out of her inadequately working mouth. She only knew that it was too late... too late for everything. Kit was going to fuck her. He was partly in and she could not have dislodged him if her life depended on it. Her wanton body was past the point of no return and in her delirium she was glad... glad that his huge prong was entering her ravenous flesh. He felt so warm and hot and demanding and she had to have it now! No matter what the cost, she had to have it!
Nothing else mattered but the feel of Kit's hot, hard body and her own fainting responses under the glaring light of a strange bathroom. She could feel the counter top under her bottom and the hard strength of Kit's body where she clutched him with her raised thighs in a close grip. Oh God! Beautiful... so beautiful... His lean waist and hips felt so strong and masculine under her legs, the muscles taut and ready. She could see the soft brown body hair fringing in a line down his hard belly to the matt of hair just above that life giving shaft, sunk partly into her opened cunt. Anabel suddenly wanted him closer, deep inside her belly. Her legs tightened and she moaned again.
Kit caught Anabel's little ass in his hands and slowly inched even closer to her opened flesh, stabbing his cock straight into the hot, sticky, clasping depths of her pussy. "Goddd... OOOOH, baby... Gooddddd!"
Slowly the tight flesh gave way before his stabbing as he pushed inexorably into the inner sanctum, the deeply hidden well of her body. The counter top under her ass was higher, stepped up a good four inches above the rest of the counter... as though made for a man to stand-fuck a woman.
Suddenly he couldn't stand it. He'd teased them both long enough. Kit shoved forward hard and sank his aching prick inches deep into that secret grotto, far, far up inside the citadel, that temple of delight, that promised land, the real Nirvana. Oh Jesus Christ! Oh god! He could feel the tiny fingers of muscle go to work on him immediately, closing around him as he pushed, like millions of anemones closing on an enemy... to gorge on it and eat their fill. Jesus! How could Anabel be so mind blowingly tight after having had two children? It must be that small pelvis, those sleek hips, round but without an ounce of extra padding or width. The result was a vagina that could milk a cock half the size of his.
"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW... AAA-AAHHHHHHH... OOOOOOOOO... OHH-HHHH..." Anabel screamed and threw her head back, her long, slender, white throat making a bow strung too tightly. She felt Kit's mouth come down on her throat, groaning, the hot breath searing her skin. The pain from Kit's huge prick was terrible. Even opened like this, he hurt terribly. Oh god! She knew he was too big. My little vagina was never made to hold such an instrument of torture. The doctor had told her that if her babies hadn't been small, she would have had to have a Caesarian. There just wasn't much room there. How could she ever hold that mammoth thing that threatened to come out the back of her throat.
"Shhh... it's all right... Christ! Hang on to me, baby ..-stop that howling .. "Slowly Kit eased out a little, the tight cunt flesh closing after him, trying to hold him inside. The channel of her vagina was the tightest he'd ever felt. No wonder she was howling... but, Jesus! he couldn't stop now! Nothing could have stopped him now. Just for the sheer pleasure he eased almost all the way out, keeping the head still sunk inside. She was still squealing and crying out. Kit's hands dug into her hip flesh brutally and he plunged again into the close constriction of her hotly clenching pussy. Anabel's tight hole simply devoured him, closing on his aching cock voraciously. It might hurt her a little now but his was going to be the best god damned fuck she'd ever had! He could guarantee that!
As Kit eased out again, Anabel could feel his mouth close on her right breast and bite the nipple viciously just as he lunged again into the depths of her belly.
"GGGGOOOOOODDDDDDD." She screamed even louder. Her poor little pussy was being ripped apart and the feel of his hard mouth on her breast only made her inner muscles close even tighter around that enormous rod that impaled her so harshly. She was stuck on him... he was wearing her on his manhood like an ornament!
Kit shoved harder in and out of her elastic cunt, that, tight as it was, received him and opened under his blasting assault. He could feel her soft thighs tense and harden around his waist as he sent his slicing cock deep within the hidden caverns, deeper and deeper to the very root of her lubricated passage. He withdrew and plunged again, then withdrew only far enough to make his thick shaft rub the inside of her vagina with quicksilver tendrils. Then in and out he stroked, her pelvis beginning to rotate madly, her satin soft ass grinding up to him.
Kit's mouth continued to bite and chew and suck on her breasts, hardly bothering with which one but both nipples got their share of his hot mouth that teased and tormented them so mercilessly. Anabel could feel her own inner passage tighten and clutch on his huge prick, somehow timed to the convulsive tremors from her breasts that were activated by his voracious tongue and mouth and teeth. "OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooh-hh," she wailed, feeling the bloated sac of his testicles smack against her upturned genitals where she sat, her thighs spread and then wrapped around his hard hips, clutching him ever closer.
Anabel no longer cared about the mores of the strict society she'd been brought up to believe in. She didn't care! All she wanted now was the driving, filling, lasciviously hot pole of this too, too solid flesh inside her needing body. Never had she felt so free... so abandoned... so loved!
Grinding it in, Kit's hips made a rotary motion, literally screwing the length of his hard cock into the tightly milking depths of her passage. Spirals of scintillating lust were wreathing up his rigid, rapier sharp, blunt headed prick and then mushrooming inside his heaving groin and belly. He continued his demoniacal drubbing, slamming his turgid penis ever harder and deeper in her blazing cunt until it seemed he must be battering the womb beyond to ribbons of tattered flesh. But Anabel's moist sheath clamored for more, clasping his frantic cock ruthlessly, her long legs clenching him feverishly.
"Take it, baby..." Kit panted. "Fuck... oh god, yes ..-FUCK!" The pace of his pistoning cock increased and his hard arms were crushing her ever closer, his hands digging into whatever part of Anabel's white flesh that happened to be under their insane grasping. Oh, Jesus! There had never been anything like this! He was going out of his frigging mind!
"Ohhhh, Kit... hold me... hold meeeeee!" Anabel was weeping and wailing now in the throes of a passion that she'd never felt before. Her whole body was aflame with the waves of sheer animal lusting that blotted out everything but this bliss that washed over her. The pain was miraculously gone; replaced with the most exquisite pleasure and rapture her aching body had ever known. Was there some strange justification here... was she only blotting out the shame and degradation of Hal last night and her body's unmistakable response to his perverted love making. This was what she'd needed. She'd needed to be loved by a man who liked it this way... normal and right. A man who knew that a woman needed filling and holding and loving. Oh, how could she have been so awful to Kit? He was good and kind and he cared for her. She knew it then.
Kit began to fuck Anabel in earnest. He was getting close! Oh god, he could feel it! She was wet and open and the cuntal muscles fitted as closely as another layer of skin, rippling forward to grab him on the instroke and then sucking so hard on the outstroke that Kit felt as though his whole insides were being sucked out through his cock head! His hands clutched her bare little ass again and he could see her body wrapped around him in the mirror behind her. Anabel's arms and legs were wrapped around him like tentacles and he was being sucked deep into the depths of her body! Kit would not have been surprised to find himself shrinking, drawn inward into that blissful hole between her beautiful legs!
"GOD... OH BABY... JESUS... fuck harder... just FUCK... HARDER... OOH... OH, God, YES!" He couldn't hold on much longer. Kit knew that he'd waited so long for this that his staying power was shot. But, then, she was almost there. He could tell from the soft bubbling sounds spilling from her throat and her mouth ravenously slathering his shoulders! Anabel's hands clutched him and her legs clenched in a murderous grip around his body, her cunt inching up to his driving pole as though she were going to climb right off the counter and hang onto him, connected only by his flesh so deeply sunk in hers!
Anabel was not even aware of the foul words that tumbled from her lips in the exultation and ecstasy of the moment. She was delirious with joy... the joy of being fucked by a real man who used her so well. "OOOHHHHH... fuck me... fuck me, Kit, darling... fuck me harder... fuck my pussy harderrrrrrrrr... OOOHHHHHH!"
Kit felt her nails digging into his back and knew that before he was through with her, those nails would leave narrow bloody little furrows! Christ, yes! Let her claw! He pumped the length of his thick cock into her with such force that were it not for the stabilizing power of his great strong hands clutching her pale ass cheeks so fiercely, he would have shoved her straight across the counter and into the mirror behind.
Arching her back, her long throat curving backward in her feverish reaching for the ultimate ecstasy, Anabel thrust herself on the imbedded arrow of Kit's long, rigid penis that battered her so exquisitely. Her flaming hair fell like a waving sheet of fire down her corded spine. She felt Kit lean with her and a bolt of enraptured lightning shot through her as his tongue lashed out once more to sear her turgid nipple and then the teeth, the sharp rapture inciting teeth, sank into the sensitive areola as the head of his manhood beat insistently at the very entrance to her womb!
"GAHHHHHH... AAAHHHHH..." The eerie sound came out her own mouth and then Anabel felt Kit's strong arms lift her back to the hot shelter of his chest and his hands grasp her buttocks and lift her off the counter entirely as though he were going to dive straight into her vaginal opening after his great burrowing penis!
"GGGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD... I'm.... CUUUMMMMMMMMIIIHIINNNNNGGG... oh god... FUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" The anguish in Kit's voice and the sudden boiling hot spew of sperm hit Anabel's cervix like a white hot torch of liquid fire! It triggered and ignited her own, barely repressed, burst of orgasm. A dam gave and floods of warm, ravishing, laving, convulsing, spiraling, soaking, lapping, rippling, sensation racked her body in wave after wave of breathtaking rapture!
"AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHAAA-AAAEEEEEEIIIIIEEEE... OOOHHHH... OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAGGGGGG!" The screams tore from her throat successively higher, layer on layer of rocking, tearing, teasing, blissful, volcanic pleasure shook her body and poured from deep in her chest in verbal expression.
"CUMMMMMMM.... CCUUUUUUUUMMMMMM-MM... BABYYYYYYY... CCCUUUMMM TOOOOOOOOOOO..." he yelled.
"YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS..." Anabel screamed back as their arms and hands and mouths clutched, squeezed, their organs exploding and firing and dynamiting again and again in the throes of the earthquaking eruptions of their bodily ecstasy! Anabel's teeth found the strong muscle on Kit's corded shoulder and sank into it gratefully, Kit's hand pushing her tangled red head deeper into the straining flesh there.
Kit knew the world had ended and he'd wake to ashes and devastation... for his own cock was still firing the blasts that shook its foundations! The streams of hot lava, white hot and scalding, were still spurting into the tight channel made to receive him! His balls still pumped in great spurts, sending the floods bulleting down the constricted tunnel of his long, thick firing cannon cock, locked into place in Anabel's milking, sucking, drawing, clenching cunt that forged around his prick in spasms of iron muscle!
The muscles in Kit's legs were straining and bulging in huge ridges, for he held Anabel still, his arms supporting her weight under the buttocks and her legs clenched around his torso like flesh parentheses. The strength was pouring from him out the nozzle of his mammoth cock and the nerves and muscles in those big legs began to twitch and jump.
At last the spurts of blissful joy began to ease and decrease and Kit felt so weak he thought he'd fall. Staggering, he turned blindly toward the door and stumbled through it. Holding Anabel's head still buried against his shoulder, his cock still sunk deeply up in her belly, her legs clasping his waist, he staggered toward the huge white bed. Aiming as best he could he fell across it face down, with Anabel still clinging to him like a limpet. His last thought was how soft her body felt beneath him, the great breasts cushioning him so well...